[It's not love, but it could be. Jem's struck with how easily it could be and she's terrified of that. She's never been in love before. She's never stopped to imagine what it would feel like. Just this is almost overwhelming.
Whatever this is, it's reciprocated as much as Petre can and that's - she'd been expecting the opposite, really. She's happy, she realises very belatedly. She's the happiest she's been in a very long time and it's in part because of the demon in front of her.
She glances down at the curled up bundle in her lap, smiling. She scratches atop her head and then carefully places a cushion onto the coffee table and then gentle picks Lady Di up and puts her onto it. It's not as warm as her lap, but it's softer and bigger for her to stretch out on. Then, all her attention is back on Petre.]
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Whatever this is, it's reciprocated as much as Petre can and that's - she'd been expecting the opposite, really. She's happy, she realises very belatedly. She's the happiest she's been in a very long time and it's in part because of the demon in front of her.
She glances down at the curled up bundle in her lap, smiling. She scratches atop her head and then carefully places a cushion onto the coffee table and then gentle picks Lady Di up and puts her onto it. It's not as warm as her lap, but it's softer and bigger for her to stretch
out on. Then, all her attention is back on Petre.]
So - you wanna do this?
[This. Christ. ]